Insanity

It was a lazy summer day

just talking to grandma

As she teased my mind with

delightful pearls of wisdom.

I thought of all the times I had enjoyed her company

A DOOR

In the autumns she would bake cookies

HARSH SCREECH OF CLANKING PIPES

"What's your flavor," she would say

PAIN!

CAN'T HEAR!

Rocking on that old chair

BLOODIED OUTSTRETCHED FINGERS

HELD TO MY CHEST

Always humming some kind of old tune

such a beautiful melody

SHIVERING IN A CORNER

BENT IN THE DARKNESS

I listen to the MELODY

she LOVES to HUMM it ALL day LONG

THE ONLY THING THAT MUFFLES THE PAIN

TALKING TO HER

WHILE THE THORAZINE WORKS IT'S TENDRILS

THROUGH MY BODY

THERE'S ALWAYS TOMORROW

to catch up with grandma...

~Christian Cruz

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